Novel & Cerita Soul Eater Spirit Albarn

Maybe, she is enjoying this now—enjoying how Aleister has stopped fighting. “ The soul you want to claim… ” Aleister whispers. “ It doesn’t exist, Nirana. I lost a part of my soul when my mother died. The other part died when my brother was murdered. What was left was claimed by my father and my other brothers. There is no soul for you to take. ” A strange look crosses Agrona’s eyes. I swallow as my heart clenches. “ All these people…they are lending me a part of their soul now. My brothers. My daughter. The Princess I love. And the woman you are possessing. They keep me going. If anyone of them… ”

I tried to imagine my dread by closing both of my eyes. "Ellice, you must help me! Please, you recognized me, right? Someone assassinated me inside my flat. My body is still within; kindly help me—-" The tightness of the hands that had gripped me earlier vanished, as did the old man's presence. "Shut up, you scumbag!" When I opened my eyes, I finally heard Kazuo's voice. I caught sight of something I shouldn't have. Kazuo's hand was already inside of the soul's body. As the soul disappearing little by little, my eyes were widened.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

This soul was filthy beyond redemption. "You will not go on," Alison said, voice sharp, firm. "This spirit is not meant to continue." Sebastian nodded. Mom. Me. And with a flare of light, Alison flashed into ghostly and devoured Celeste's soul. If I wasn't already borderline pukies from the whole burning thing, I was so close now I had to hold my breath. Count to ten. Even as my friend solidified and burped softly. "Excuse me," she said.

---------- SUNNY BALAYO ALCOHOL BONE FRAME LVL 1 MANA 100 STR 7 AGI 4 DEX 6 MEN 4 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL CONVERT (ALCOHOL) - USER OVERALL STAT INCREASE THE MORE ALCOHOL INTAKE, THE LONGER THE SKILL IS ACTIVE THE MORE THE USER BECOME DIZZY --------- DAVID BALAYO TRYNDA/ANNIE BONE FRAME LVL 1 MANA 100 STR 5 N 4 AGI 4 DEX 3 MEN 5 CHA 5 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL SPIN OF TRYNDAMERE - USER CAN SPIN THE ONE HE/SHE IS HOLDING (ALONG WITH IT) X AMOUNT OF DURATION OF SPIN ANNIE WALK - USER STEPS WILL LEAVE A TRAIL OF FIRE FOR X AMOUNT OF TIME --------- CHRISTIAN NARAZO

Let us have her… give,give,give! Luntian screams in frustration, using every inch of her power to blow the creatures away. “Never! I will never give you the coming Luna of Shaldan!” How long was it since Luntian had to exorcize a spirit? How long was it since she had to call onto the spirit of the ram. So terrifying, so unpredictable. And the things the great Spirit guarding the Underworld wishes for is something valuable. Irreplaceable. Like a soul. But now, there’s no time to think of the consequences, Luntian whirls her staff around as she spins. Creating a dance for the great Spirits to see. “Roh al-zalam al-azima asma mcalmetti.” She chants repeatedly as she dances.

It was an utterance so catastrophic to the fabric of the Veil I dare not repeat it even now. {Baraqu,} she blew a dark wind upon the first bit of my essence and it flew away. {Cael,} she whispered to the second portion and off it went in another direction. {You are Baraqu no more.} The second name was meaningless to me at the time but my name...do you know that if you have your true name, your spirit can not find its way to your reward, no matter how foul, or pleasing? To the third part of my soul, {I name you Alal - he who stands witness to the end of all he desires; their destroyer. Powerful yet powerless.}